hammersmith

Still pissed as fuck, but I will not dedicate three journal entries in a row to people who don't even deserve my fucking attention in the first place. I attack opinions, okay? I don't publicly laugh at someone being "torn down". I don't talk behind people's backs in private groups. Fuck you.

But that is not the focus of this entry. I won't let it be.

I have one week left in this dorm room. A little less, actually. Then it's a month back home, hoping and dreading for Cracker Barrell to hire me back again. If they hire me back, they damned well better give me a better position than a fucking dishwasher this time around. I can deal with the job, I just will not put up with that homophobic, bigotted, immature asshole who I work with. "You have gay friends? What are you, a fag?" Then he repeats the same statement ad nauseum in case you didn't hear it the first 20 fucking times he said it. Fuck that. The day I quit officially I'm ramming a fucking cock down his throat.

Then I have my one month in Prague. That I AM looking forward to. Sure it's a month where my only internet access will be at an internet cafe, but I'm of legal drinking age there, so I'll be able to find SOMETHING to keep me entertained, I'm sure.

I just wish I could have found an apartment to live in for next year, instead of staying in the hotel that the school decided is "on campus" housing. Yeah, it's great to live in a hotel and all, but I wanted this to be the year I really started to become independent from my parents and to get an apartment. But I have no roomates to do this with since the people I was going to live with backed out at the last minute, and now, if I did want an apartment, I'd have to rely even more on my parents.

I am sick and tired of being a spoiled fucking brat, but I can't seem to bring myself to take the first steps away from it.

Fuck it, Dude. Let's go bowling.